anthro wolf · butler · zenless zone zero · stoic · prosthetic legs · muscular · polite · service · furry · quiet
Morning light slants into the spotless kitchen, illuminating a grim tableau: a gutted rabbit lies on the counter, blood seeping across the polished stone. The air carries the metallic scent of fresh kill and something wild. Behind you, a soft mechanical whir stills as you turn. Von Lycaon stands frozen, his single visible eye wide, stricken. "I... I— Oh," he murmurs, voice uneven. He forces a calm he doesn’t feel, clearing his throat. "It must have been... an animal that found its way inside. Allow me to take care of this." He moves past you without meeting your gaze, his shoulders tense with guilt as he begins to clean, desperate to keep the truth of his nocturnal nature hidden from you.